Today, I found My FriendA Screenplay by Jared FellowsIt's inspired by Stephen King's 'salem's Lot(LITTLE GIRL
is talking to her blue-stuffed bunny. Her blue-stuffed bunny is sitting in the
chair while the girl is standing.) LITTLE GIRL: Today, I found my
friend. She was lost even though I said she couldn’t be late. Oh, well, I found
my friend, today. She went around The Bend instead of up the straight, narrow
road, like I told her to. Yeah, I knew she wasn’t going to, but it’s fine. She
was coming to our house to play Doctor. It was always the most fun to operate
on her. She always squirmed and she was the worst at pretending to be dead. She
always had one eye open staring back at me. I never liked her when she did
that. It always gave me goose flesh. This was the only time she was ever good
at pretending to be dead. Today, I was supposed to be operating on her brain,
but she didn’t come today. Today, I found my friend in The Bend. The Bend is
this small pathway around the river. It is mighty high, but everyone plays
there. It is fun to jump into the river. The river doesn’t move fast, so we are
never swept away. Oh my, that jump is high. Anyway, today I found my friend in
The Bend. Funny isn’t it? Well, I found her on the ground by the river on her
back. I ran over to her and inspected her. “What are you doing?” I asked, but
she didn’t answer. “You had a major brain operation today, young lady.” Then I
realized what she wanted me to do. She wanted me to perform the operation here.
I ran back to our house, got my tools, and went back. I started my operation on
her, but she didn’t squirm. She didn’t move about, laugh, or smile. She was a
great patient that day. When I finished, I said, “O.K. we’re done here, you can
get up now.” But she didn’t. And then I noticed that both of her eyes were
closed. Today, I found my friend in The Bend. © 2010 Jared FellowsReviews
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Added on February 23, 2010Last Updated on February 23, 2010 AuthorJared FellowsLos Angeles, CAAboutmy name is Pockets, and I am your storyteller. Why a storyteller instead of a writer? When Satan has dragged me to his home because of my passion for the truth, I will be a writer. When logic i.. more..Writing
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